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Every sword will be needed if we are to beat off this foe."
"What?"
"Get up, I say, and arm yourself," Ian repeated. "We are all like to die because of your stupidity, but I am not going to sell my life cheaper by even one fighter. You got us into this coil. Now do what you can to get us out of it."
"My lord, my lord," Sir Peter cried, seizing Ian's hand and kissing it fervently. "You will not regret your mercy, I promise you. I"
"Do not praise my mercy too highly," Ian said with a wry twist to his mouth. "Nor do not think you will come out of this scot-free. I do but postpone your fate. Lady Alinor will have the judgmentif we come alive out of this."
Sir Peter's eyes widened. "She will have me torn to pieces with hot pincers. If I could have shown her"
"I will not let her do that," Ian said drily. Then he began to laugh. "So much I will promise you, if we hold the keep."

 
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